I must stop talking to my parents on the phone when pissed; I agreed to traipse all the way to their flat this evening when I could have seen the Lovely Claudia who is so so so kindly bringing my strawberry plants straw - what an angel. I'll have to dash to Sainsbury's in the summer and buy a huge punnet of strawberries which I will present to her pretending I grew them.
Did you see the election debate, or did you turn over after a bit to watch Have I got News, like us? I'm really confused now - I suppose I'll vote for Ian Hislopp.
Not eating carbs really really works. After 3 days I've ditched loads of weight. However, I did have a nasty moment in a John Lewis fitting room yesterday with full surround mirrors. I found I now have boobs at the back as well at the front - they're new. Maybe I can swim them away. I'm afraid it might have to be cross channel swimming as I'm not sure my usual paltry laps will make much inroads into these bags of flab. I bought a dress that is far too small for some unknown reason - I keep doing this. It's an incentive. I have a whole wardrobe of incentives neatly hidden from Mr Smith.
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